And I will await your highness I'm so high I cannot walk And I will await You cripple You take away my pride My peace, my empathy No babies sleep on atrophy Your unborn love and fetal stress Hard bitter candy, legless caress
What was she for Halloween? The ugliest girl you've ever seen Someday she will die alone
What was she for Valentine's? An old forgotten concubine Someday she will die for no one
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age
It's okay to kill your idols Just pretend you have no rivals We all know that she is friendless
Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue Just remove the hateful tissues We all know her rage is endless
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Old age
And then she begs and she says "Pretty please? I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"
No one knows she's Hester Prynne Someone please tell Anne Boleyn Chokers are back in again
Someday she won't have to fake it Living will itself seem sacred Someday she will just refuse
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Jesus saves Old age
(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry (Rest in pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
